“I’m glad God made Massachusetts, so you would have a place to grow up.”
“Whoever didn’t snatch you up in Massachusetts missed out on the best wife ever!”
And my favorite, “I’m glad all the men in Massachusetts are stupid, so a dumb redneck guy from Pennsylvania could stumble across you and marry you.”
*giggle* My husband was on a Massachusetts roll yesterday! He comes up with very unique phrases. I’m just grateful he’s still throwing pick-up lines at me after almost eight years of marriage.
He said a bunch of other nice things too, like telling me, “You are such a beautiful mom” as I was carrying Zach up to bed. Dee was quite full of it! Yesterday I soaked it all up, but not always.
Sometimes I brush sweet words off, unbelieving. I love, love, love all of Dee’s flattery and compliments. He pours it over me every day, like honey to my soul. (And my redneck truck driver has some original honey up his sleeve!) But sometimes I don’t accept his words at face value. I grow uncomfortable.
“Babe, you are so beautiful!”
“But my belly is wrinkly.”
You’re a wonderful mom, you know that?”
“That’s what you keep telling me!”
Tell me I’m not the only one? Does anyone else crave praise and then struggle to accept it? My Megan, I think she’s got it right. I tell her, “Megan, you are such a good hair-fixer!” A grin on her face, she simply says, “I know.”
God calls me elect, holy, beloved… Holy? really? Instead of hemming and fretting about how I don’t measure up, maybe I should just say, “I know, Lord. Thank you for Jesus.”
My goal this week: Accept love just the way it’s given!